Whitewashed walls, beige tile floors, no windows to the outside, plexi-glass windows on the electronically controlled doors. twinsized beds with blue blankets and white sheets. Only two beds to a room.

Sinclair laid on the bed and stared up at the white tiled ceiling, hell, everything here was white tiled and boring. There was no color to this place and it drove most of the patients even more crazy than they were, I'm not crazy! His inner thought screamed but he gave up on shouting it a long time ago.

Nobody here listened, they damned him into this hell hole, thinking he could be cured. It wasn't his fault the lady ** him off, he was just taking up for himself...in his own little way.

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